The Atlanta Constitution voted the 1911 team's backfield the best in the South. It consisted of: Lew Hardage, Wilson Collins, Ammie Sikes, and Ray Morrison. The team's only blemish was a one-point loss to Michigan. The 1912 team led the nation in scoring by margin of victory and lost only to national champion Harvard, though it did suffer a tie with Auburn, the next season's SIAA champion. 1913–1914 The 1913 team went 5–3, losing to Michigan, Virginia, and Auburn, including McGugin's worst loss to Michigan, 33–2. Michigan used several forward passes. 1914 was McGugin's first and only losing season. 1915 "point-a-minute" team After his first losing season, McGugin had only ten players with experience returning. Despite this, McGugin's 1915 team bore the moniker "point-a-minute" like his old teams at Michigan, scoring 514 points in 510 minutes of play. The team was built around 130 pound junior quarterback Irby "Rabbit" Curry. In the line was sophomore tackle Josh Cody, who made Walter Camp's third-team All-America. 1916–1917 In 1916, Vanderbilt was upset by rival Tennessee for its only loss, and the team beat Virginia for the first time. Curry was selected third-team All-America by Walter Camp. The 1917 season featured Vanderbilt's worst-ever loss, 83–0 to Georgia Tech. McGugin never stopped keeping his men "up." Before the Alabama game the following week, he shouted to reserve fullback Top Richardson to "hit hard on every play." "Yes, sir!" Richardson replied, "I'll knock hell out of anyone who comes near this bench!" 1918: Poor Little Rabbit McGugin took time off from coaching to work in the mining business during the First World War. On a draft registration card completed in 1918, McGugin stated that he was the president of the Kensee Mining Company in Marion, Kentucky. On August 10, 1918, while on protection patrol, Rabbit Curry was killed in an aerial combat over Perles, France. After learning about Curry's death McGugin wired this telegram to The Tennessean During the four years of my intimate association with Irby Curry, I never heard him utter a word his mother might not hear and approve. A game sportsman and scholar, truly he was gentle as a dove. He had a lion's heart, and now a hero's death. Poor Little Rabbit! How he pulls at the heart-strings of all of us who knew him and therefore honored and loved him tenderly. For many years after Curry's death, McGugin had